At Zoodle's nine-month appointment this week he weighed in at 19 pounds 10 ounces. He may not be big compared to the average nine-month-old, but he seems big to me, since Chickie was smaller than that at 12 months!
Zoodle sure is active. His doctor was really surprised at his high energy--which makes life adventurous and makes doctor examinations difficult! Picture trying to hold a flopping fish out of water and you'll have an idea of how hard it can be to change his diaper.
Zoodle seems to have inherited his daddy's athleticism, if his motor skills are any indication. He's been pulling up to furniture for several weeks, and is a master "cruiser," walking along the furniture and quite easily transferring from, say, the coffee table to the couch. He spends a good part of the day like this:
And, yes, the big smile in so many of his pictures is typical. He is a generally happy guy. But he definitely has plenty of fussy times too.
Now, isn't that a cute sad face? Unfortunately, after just a few more minutes of crying, his face gets bright red and blotchy, which is distinctly un-cute. He inherited that unenviable trait from Yours Truly.
Zoodle has liked every food we've fed him so far, which is just plain awesome. He also still loves to participate in Mommy's post-partum diet plan (which consists of me eating a lot out of the fridge and him eating a lot out of me.)
At over nine months, Zoodle has now lived outside the womb for longer than he lived inside. And our family just wouldn't be complete without him.